Nice bet. [Oscar sheepishly giggles] You got a name? [He nods] You wanna tell me what it is? [Oscar giggles as he nods] Well, mine's Lola.
[blubbers]
Come on, man! Get your game face on! [slaps himself to tighten up as he yelps] So... [chuckles] Lola, my name's... Uh, My name is Oscar, sweetie. [gasps] Mrs. Sanchez.
Mrs. Sanchez The hippity-hop smooth talk don't work with me.
Oh, My bad. Hey, so, uh...
Oscar. I was starting to think you skipped out on me.
Sykes! Hey. Oh, I see you're already on your way to the concession stand.
Mind bringing us back some drinks? That would be great, thanks. And some of them little wiener thingies.
The ones with the toothpicks?
What are you doing? Don't listen to him!
Come on, Lola let me escort you to... my box.
His box?! You can't even afford the gum under the seats!
He just laid five grand on Lucky Day. I think he can afford anything he wants. [as she says this, Oscar makes various motions that she's crazy, only stopping with a sheepish wince]
Five grand? My five grand?!
No, it was another five grand.
You had the money to pay me back and you bet it anyway? [angrily takes his ticket] Gimme that!
Clearly, I've made a mistake.
Look, deep down, I'm really superficial. [pulls Oscar close as if to kiss him] And don't get me wrong: you're cute, but... [whispers as she pushes him away] you're a nobody. [leaves; Oscar became stunned]
[pretending to be Lola, puts mustard and ketchup on a hot dog on a stick so it looks like a face]
Oscar, you're cute, but you're a nobody.
[pretending to be Oscar, also put mustard and ketchup on a hot dog on a stick so it looks like a face]
Wait. Lola. Come back. I'm not a nobody. I'm a wiener! [They both laugh, much to Oscar's annoyance]
You're unbelievable. You're in trouble up to you gills, and still you're asking for more? Now, go on, get in here!
[Music plays "Get it Together" by India Arie. Oscar leaves in whale wash warehouse, heartbreaks, swimming in the city, looking at the TV screen as Oscar holding at Lenny's mouth.]
You can't handle the truth. You've got Shark Breath. [Oscar on TV screen eating the mint, word saying with ding sounds: " 'O' mints, on the next one, drinking the soda bottle, "Coral Cola" choir singing "Get Real", the fish kids playing the bubbles.]
Mrs. Sanchez What you kids doing? How many times I have to tell you? It's past your bedtime. Go on.
[Shortie #3 spaying with can at her shell]
Hey. What are you kids up to? That looks pretty good. You guys should do this for a living. [back in Oscar's Apartment, going outside, Oscar saw the whale.]
Preparation "O". It slays hemorrhoids like Oscar slays sharks. Hey, Oscar. Preparation O.
Angie was right. I am a joke.
Hey, Sharkslayer. Why are you out here? All your friends are inside.
You mean that little bottom feeder from the Whale Wash? Forget about her. She's a nobody.
[laughs]
Oh, let me guess. She told you that she loves you. Is that it? [laughs] It's not like you feel the same way about her. [laughs]
[realizing he loves Angie more than Lola]
You know what, I don't think this is gonna work out.
[chuckles, but then stops]
Wait. Are you dumping me? [Oscar sadly nods, but gasps as she gives him a livid glare] Let me explain something to you. [Cut to inside]
[dances with a fish girl]
We're gonna party like it's your birthday... [they suddenly hear a thudding sound and see Lola whacking Oscar against the windows with a thunk] Ha! Young love. [he and the other partygoers laugh. Lola angrily slams Oscar one more time and sulks away. Oscar slowly slides down, his saliva leaves an impression of a heart implanted on the window. The Four Tops: "I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie Honey Bunch)"]
Hey, I can't talk. I gotta find Angie. I need to tell her... I love her!
M Man
[singing]
You come and you go...
